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I know that the correct term for a chicken is molting but Brooster is more like a dog than a chicken, so he's shedding. Some dogs shed constantly like many short-coated dogs. Some dogs are seasonal shedders where a ton of hair comes out all at once and makes a total mess in the house. Brooster is going through seasonal shedding. He only has one tail feather left. The house is full of feathers. He is shedding his body feathers, too, but so far, you can't tell by looking at him. He still looks like a handsome dude with his head held tall and proudly and just one silly tail feather doing it's best trying but failing to make him appear well-balanced.
I just swept a small bit of the house. I came up with 2 dustpans full of Brooster feathers along with enough dog hair to hold it together well. My fat girl, Pip is a constant sheder. I only swept a bit of the house. It was all I could manage,
I've always been far from a clean freak. I'd wait until the dirt was too much for even me to handle and then would do THE BIG CLEAN which I could accomplish is 2 days. I miss those days.
The last time I went to the pain doctor I'd planned on asking for stronger pain drugs, But when I was there I wanted to believe that I am strong and I wanted my pain doctor to believe that I'm stronger than I am. Trust me, when your spine doesn't want to hold you up it makes doing everything difficult.
I go back to her in late December and I'll admit to her that I'm no longer able even to keep my little house clean. She'll prescribe Percocet. It's a more serious drug than the Hydrocodone I'm on now. The drug that I'll need when Percot no longer does the job is morphine. I cannot believe that this is me. I'd been Wonder Woman for my entire life. I took pride in being able to work alongside men. I wasn't as strong, but I could work longer.
I know that I'm saying "woe is me" but at least I'm not stuck in a nursing home. I can take good care of my pets and acceptable care of myself. It's just depressing to think of what the future will surely bring. Everyone has something that whupps their a$$. I have a lot to be thankful for.
Sorry again. Nobody enjoys reading a post ike this. I'll do a bit more floor sweeping tomorrow. Eventually, I'll vacuum and mop. It will be nice to have a clean house.
I just swept a small bit of the house. I came up with 2 dustpans full of Brooster feathers along with enough dog hair to hold it together well. My fat girl, Pip is a constant sheder. I only swept a bit of the house. It was all I could manage,
I've always been far from a clean freak. I'd wait until the dirt was too much for even me to handle and then would do THE BIG CLEAN which I could accomplish is 2 days. I miss those days.
The last time I went to the pain doctor I'd planned on asking for stronger pain drugs, But when I was there I wanted to believe that I am strong and I wanted my pain doctor to believe that I'm stronger than I am. Trust me, when your spine doesn't want to hold you up it makes doing everything difficult.
I go back to her in late December and I'll admit to her that I'm no longer able even to keep my little house clean. She'll prescribe Percocet. It's a more serious drug than the Hydrocodone I'm on now. The drug that I'll need when Percot no longer does the job is morphine. I cannot believe that this is me. I'd been Wonder Woman for my entire life. I took pride in being able to work alongside men. I wasn't as strong, but I could work longer.
I know that I'm saying "woe is me" but at least I'm not stuck in a nursing home. I can take good care of my pets and acceptable care of myself. It's just depressing to think of what the future will surely bring. Everyone has something that whupps their a$$. I have a lot to be thankful for.
Sorry again. Nobody enjoys reading a post ike this. I'll do a bit more floor sweeping tomorrow. Eventually, I'll vacuum and mop. It will be nice to have a clean house.
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